I gave you the gun. You had to pull the trigger
Or lay the weapon on the ground.
When you chose, you took aim, fired,
And shot me down.
I guess I deserved it because
I turned my back on you the first time,
But it took losing you to realize
You're my only way to survive.
I know I can't take back what I said
Or anything I did.
I just hope you'll forgive me
And let me back in.
What's done is done.
I can't do a thing to make it change.
Hopefully I didn't wait too long
And I hope you're not out of my range.
You might've pulled the trigger,
But I handed you the gun.
It took a bullet to the heart to see
That you are the one.
8-15-12
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Love's a Funny Thing (Poetry Collection)
PoetryA collection of poems of long ago past loves all combined into one collection. The feelings that were once very much real at the time are faded and moved on from. There's even some I'm still healing from. However, past love's, we all have them. Here...
